Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
X-102,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Section 25,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.